So I am sitting on the couch in my apartment right now wearing only a towel eating cheerios. No, despite your wind fantasies ladies, I am not setting the scene for Breakfast Boys Gone Wild II. Anyway, I was about to get in the shower when my teammate called me randomly to ask whether I was going into the office. Naturally I said yes, it is after all a Monday, then he asks "have you looked outside?" So I stroll over to the window and there is literally three inches of snow outside, the most I've ever seen in London but to the guy on the other end of the phone (from South East Asia), this was a blizzard. He explains him and the rest of the team are staying home this morning, a two-hour delay of sorts.
I joke and open up this computer to check the tube....CLOSED! The entire transport system is closed, tubes, buses, cabs, everything is shut because there is three inches of snow on the ground. Heathrow apparently has massive delays to inbound flights. There are no plows so the roads are completely fucked and once there is snow in the tube tunnels, bedlam ensues. I feel like I'm in kindergarten, I think I'll go make Mickey Mouse pancakes and build a snowman, this is hilarious.
........Update
It's 5Pm and I'm home. This blizzard of, all four inches of it, have shut down the city. The building's emergency coordinator at the office informed all no-essential personnel to leave and those of us who couldn't make it home were offered pillows and sleeping bags, room was made available in the restaurants for us to sleep. I'm not shitting you, this announcement was made to the entire building. See my team works through the night fairly often so spending the night there is nothing new, we know all the spots, but apparently some people were flipping out. The whole thing is pathetic and is supposed to go on all week, another 1-2" are coming tomorrow, oh no, run for the hills!
Monday, February 2, 2009
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
